I am still alive and well. And I did have a most fantastical time in India. And I did make it home alive and relatively well ( a small dose of traveller's sickness which was more comedy than tragedy).
And what have I been doing since, you might ask ( well, why aren't you asking? Ask?!), and the answer would be everything and nothing. I am no closer to finding the surface of my worktable or the other half of my couch than I am to creating a good piece of artwork but I keep working at. My squared Moleskine ( and constant companion) has been joined by a Moleskine sketchbook to better capture my collages and doodles. A new camera has inspired me to get out take longer walks and visit neighbourhoods that I haven't seen in years. The re-newed AGO has become a boisterous temple I visit whatever my mood. Nature has been teasing me away from the streets and I am always amazed at how close solitude can been found in Toronto. And the coffee shops have been luring me in to scribble away the hours.
And just tonight in an attempt to add some blogs to follow, I inadvertly started another blog. I don't write regularly in this one; I don't know what I'll do with a second. Eeeeeepppppssss!